"When I was 16 I won a great victory." King Baldwin IV X Memory Reboot

"This universe is finite, its resources, finite. If life is left unchecked, life will cease to exist." - Thanos 
"You could not live with your own failure, and where did that bring you? Back to me." -Thanos
"Dread it, Run From it, Destiny Arrives All the Same" - Thanos

"This Universe Is Finite" - |Thanos x Solitude| (Slowed)

“anakin is gone” solitude - m83 feelsman + riley reinterpretation

It's Just A Video Game   In This Shirt (Spoilers Ahead)

David Goggins x Joe Rogan x Tren Twins - Goth (slowed & reverbed) Sidewalks and Skeletons

“I’ve Missed More Than 9000 Shots In My Career” x In This Shirt (slowed+reverbed)

Rocky Balboa "That's how winning is done" x Thank you for the love

Idea 22 - Andrew Tate

live mixing and remixing, selective non-lineral reading of "Breaths" poem by Birago Diop during UKRAiNATV 135 Efir. 
"Senegalese poet and story-teller, who recorded traditional oral
folktales of the Wolof people. Birago Diop's work helped to
reestablish general interest in the African folktales published in
European languages. Diop was also one of the most prominent
African francophone writers." (daqui)

Listen more often to things rather than beings.
Hear the fire's voice,
Hear the voice of water.
In the wind hear the sobbing of the trees,
It is our forefathers breathing.
The dead are not gone forever.
They are in the paling shadows,
And in the darkening shadows.
The dead are not beneath the ground,
They are in the rustling tree,
In the murmuring wood,
In the flowing water,
In the still water,
In the lonely place, in the crowd:
The dead are not dead.
Listen more often to things rather than beings.
Hear the fire's voice,
Hear the voice of water.
In the wind hear the sobbing of the trees.
It is the breathing of our forefathers,
Who are not gone, not beneath the ground,
Not dead.
The dead are not gone for ever.
They are in a woman's breast,
A child's crying, a glowing ember.
The dead are not beneath the earth,
They are in the flickering fire,
In the weeping plant, the groaning rock,
The wooded place, the home.
The dead are not dead.
Listen more often to things rather than beings.
Hear the fire's voice,
Hear the voice of water.
In the wind hear the sobbing of the trees.
It is the breath of our forefathers.

“I’ve Missed More Than 9000 Shots In My Career” x In This Shirt (slowed+reverbed)

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